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My Lady of the Birds.
Dedicated to the
wonderful Tink.

My Lady of the Birds
Knows no limit,
Her gentle hand
Is always unfolding.

Take a look.
Always something beautiful,
Something lifting
To find before you.

And if you find yourself
In her garden,
Tell her from me
I’ll never forget

The smiles, the laughter,
The love we shared
On our long, long journey
Towards the light.

By Aengus

© 2010 Aengus (All rights reserved)


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